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Oasis	By : tbird1965 Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 3351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'd noticed him immediately. How could you not? Tall, dark, handsome, mysterious, alien......all the jealous exclamations of my Academy peers now made perfect sense.

“The Enterprise? You lucky slut.”

“Mmmmm Mr. Spock. Have you ever noticed how big his hands are? Those long fingers. Yum.”

“I wonder what his cock looks like? Do you think it's like a humans? Do you think it turns green when he's hard?”

“What I wouldn't give to feel those pointed ears between my thighs.”

And it was true. He is the stuff wet dreams are made of. Standing at the Captains chair, waiting patiently as he signs the myriad of Padd documents I've delivered to him, I glance towards the Science station and watch as his long fingers play across his console. I wonder what they would feel like playing across my skin. What does his cock look like?

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I had discovered the little spot purely by accident. My job in Administration is boring on it's best days. Download this paperwork here, deliver this Padd document there, but I'm still lucky to have it, it's not every ensign that can get an assignment on the Enterprise straight out of the Academy. I had graduated with honors in the Intelligence field as a Crypto Analysis Expert. There were currently no openings in that department, but my grades and rankings made me a desirable candidate for assignment on the Enterprise. I had accepted the lesser position in Administration because I knew the opportunity for advancement lay just around the corner, but until that happens, I have a lot of lonely boring hours to fill during my shift in my tiny little office. I'd been idling scrolling through blueprint charts of the Enterprise when I noticed it, a tiny spot on the upper observation deck simply labeled “Oasis”. Curious I moved to the file that contained descriptions of all the recreation and common areas of the great Starship and there it was “Oasis; a serene tranquil pool surrounded by tropical earth plants. An open portal to the stars provides the perfect place to swim, meditate or just relax.”

On my many trips there, I began to wonder if anyone even remembered it existed? Someone must; housekeeping, engineering, maintenance. It is always clean, the water sparkling and perfect. The plants healthy and maintained. A clean stack of towels folded and waiting on a rack. But I've never seen anyone there. Ever. I begin to think of it as my own private spot on the ship. I guess that was a mistake.

Or maybe not.......

I had just completed a long and mind-numbingly boring shift. As I swam back and forth across the tranquil pool, the temperate water gliding sensually across my skin, I let my mind wander aimlessly towards fantasy.

Mr. Spock's long elegant fingers sliding through my wet pussy, teasing, exploring, jolts of pleasure coursing through my body as he lightly rubbed my clit. My hands running through the mat of black hair that furred his chest...

I smiled to myself as I tried to picture him without his blue tunic. I knew he had a hairy chest compliments of another young ensign assigned to sickbay. She had come running, giggling and out of breath, eager to share the news. Mr. Spock had been in sickbay for his bi annual physical and she had seen him shirtless just before the privacy curtain had closed. She couldn't wait to tell me every detail of her brief glimpse of the almost naked First Officer. Fixing that image in my mind I returned to my fantasy.

My fingers run through the dark hair matting his chest. It's soft and I can feel his muscles quivering beneath my touch. Our mouths meet, tongues rubbing, dancing together passionately. I groan softly as he inserts his finger inside me, thrusting, his palm rubbing across my clit.

I moan softly in the dimly lit, tree filled room, my hand buried inside my swimsuit bottoms, my fingers rubbing across my clit, bringing me closer and closer to climax. My fingers are his and I picture his face before me, his deep baritone voice urging me to “Come, let it go.” I cry out, his name on my lips, my fingers slowing, pushing me through my climax. A soft noise catches my attention. Glancing frantically around at the dense foliage I call out, my voice quavering “Hello? Is someone there.” The room remains quiet, save the soft lapping of the water against the side of the pool. I tell myself I imagined it, when movement catches my eye. A pale hand, a blue sleeve adorned with two gold braids disappearing behind the leaves.

Stunned, I sit in silence. I'd imagined it. Of course I had. It was simply my mind playing tricks on me, taking my fantasy too far. Clearly that is the only logical explanation.

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I hurry along the corridor towards my Oasis. It had been over a month since I had imagined being spied on and I'm sure now that's exactly what it had been, my imagination.

But my mind returns to a strange thing that happened just the other day....

I'd been hurrying along towards Engineering, with important documents for Mr. Scott, when I saw him coming towards me. I struggled to keep my eyes forward, not to stare, but he looks so magnificent in motion, like a jungle cat.

“Ensign.” He said, with an almost imperceptible nod of his head and then he was gone, long strides carrying him past me. I turned to stare after him as he continued down the hall, a stunned expression on my face. 'He just said Hi to me.' My mind screamed. 'Mr. Spock just said Hi to me and I stood there like an idiot and said nothing. I didn't even think he knew I existed. Maybe it hadn't been my imagination? Oh don't be stupid, of course you imagined it.' My mind argues with me.

Wait? What was that? A soft sound tickled my ear. Was there someone here? In my private Oasis? Tiptoeing forward, I peered through the leaves into the pool area. 'Oh fuck.' My jaw dropped and my pussy filled with instant heat at the sight before me.

Clothed, Mr. Spock is an impressive figure. Naked? Well there are no words to describe his unique perfection. He was sitting on the lowest step, his legs stretched out in a wide V before him. The water just barely covered the swell of his hips. His chest is hairy, just like my friend had said, and I watch as his pectorals dance with the back and forth motion of his arm. My eyes travel down his rhythmically moving arm to his hand, which is wrapped around .......oh fuck, I bite down hard on my lip to cut back my groan......the biggest cock I've ever seen. Not that I've seen very many, a few, but his is......WOW. I watch fascinated as he moves his hand, rubbing, tugging, stroking. Glancing quickly up to his face, I see his normally stoic countenance awash with the pleasure he must be feeling. His upper lip curls and he groans softly as he reaches between his legs, pulling and fondling his balls.

Leaning forward I watch eagerly, wishing I could see more of his cock, all I can see is the rounded head, disappearing and reappearing in his closed fist. Almost as if he's heard my thoughts, he pulls his hand away to reach for a small bottle beside him. My breath catches in my throat as I take in all of him, long and thick, the only difference between him and a fully human male is the greenish hue, rather then ruddy pink I'm used to seeing. I watch as he opens the bottle, pouring clear liquid into the palm of his hand, before setting it aside and returning his hand to his cock. His hand moves easier now, leaving a shine on his shaft as he strokes. Lubrication? He brought lubrication with him? He came here to.........he planned on.........his sole reason for being here was to masturbate? But why? Unless?

He groans low in his throat, the sound sending a jolt straight to my pussy and wiping out any thoughts I'd been having save for the erotic sight before me. My sex throbs almost painfully as I watch his hand move up and down, squeezing and fondling his cock. I want to touch myself, but I'm afraid he'll hear me, so I just hold my breath and watch.

Time seems to stand still as I peer through the leaves and watch Lieutenant Commander Spock, First Officer and second in command of the Starship Enterprise pleasuring himself. I lick my lips and try to imagine what he would taste like, what it would feel like to have that glorious cock between my lips, on my tongue. I bite back a groan as he moves his hand faster and faster, his other hand squeezing and pulling hard on his balls. His eyes stare down at his moving hand and I hear another groan of pleasure escape his lips. His hand is a blur now, rubbing against the head of his cock, his hips moving rhythmically, thrusting into hand. His breathing is labored and I know he has to be close to coming.

“Uhhhhhnnn” a half cry, half groan echos through the room and he looks up. Oh fuck. He looked up, his chocolate brown eyes locking on my blue ones as he explodes into his fist. I watch frozen as his cock jerks, come shooting from the tip. 'He can't see me. He doesn't see me.' I tell myself as his eyes flutter closed and he runs his hand down his shaft, milking out another jet of come. With my heart pounding in my throat I turn and run out the door and down the corridor. “He didn't see me.” I gasp out loud when I reach my quarters. “He didn't see me.” I repeat, sinking gratefully to the floor.

“Who didn't see you?” My roommate looks up from the couch where she been reading.

“What? Oh no one. Just talking to myself. I need a shower.” I mutter as I rush off to our shared bathroom, my heart still pounding painfully in my chest.
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